Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.